I had definately grown on this trip (and not just from too many delicious pastries). I learned about myself and how I cope with different situations all whilst exploring the magnificent motherland I had longed to explore. I had seen enough for now but I would be back one day and I new it would be waiting just as I had left it, only a little older.

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The next day I wandered around the Gold Souq, and spent a few hours doing last minute shopping at the Deira City Centre Mall for the rest of the afternoon, before heading out to the airport for an evening flight. A few hours later I was on my final flight, back home to loved ones and reality, and I was sad for it to be all over.

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I saw two more shows in the West End. The absolutely fabulous Avenue Q 'The internet is for Porn' and the astonishing 'Jump'. But I didnt have much time left and I still hadn't been to Wales. So it was off on a bus for the day to Cardiff. Well Cardiff is great. Not too big, not too small but just right as Goldilocks might say. The streets are bustling with friendly people and their outrageous accents, and to top it off the city has a castle which is as cheesy as it is historic but great nonetheless. But before long I was back on the bus to London.

I hadn't seen London's musuems last time I was there and I'm glad I had time to see them as they are perfect musuems. the Musuem of London has some great pieces and the British Musuem was very informative. Before spending the afternoon wandering along South Bank taking in all of London.

I had one day left and I wanted to see Bath. The Roman Baths were interesting if not pungent, and on an interesting side note they also have a costume museum which isn't too bad either. But I had to be back in London for an early flight the next morning. I had to be up at 3:30 to catch a 4:00 bus to the main Bus area to catch a 4:30 bus to the Airport to catch a 6:30am flight to Dubai - boy was I tired when I finally got on the plane, not just from the early start but from 14 weeks traversing across Europe on a trip of a lifetime.

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Paris is charming although probably better experienced when strolling hand in hand with a lover rather than on your own - after all it is the city of love. Paris had so much to offer so I had to squeeze in as much as possible. I started off at the Louvre and spent 6 wonderful hours exploring every room and every piece of work thanks to a handy audio guide for a few euros. The Mona Lisa and Boticelli's Venus were as expected but it was some artists I hadn't heard off the I liked the most, Arcimboldo my favourite. I then perused the Musee d'Orsay for the rest of the day and was equally impressed. i wandered back to Montmarte and walked pass the Moulin Rouge on the way but the area itself is just a bit too seedy.

The next day I headed off to Disneyland, having already been to the Original and Tokyo. It wasn't as big but I still spent the entire day - from 30 minutes before it opened until it closed in the magic that is Disney. But there was still Paris to explore. The day after I went up to the top of the Eiffel Tower - and suddenly felt afraid of heights which is new for me! I headed up to the Arc de Triumph but wasnt game to try and get across to it. I wandered down the Champs de Elysees and Rue de Bac strolling until it got dark.

The following day I wandered through the Luxembourg Gardens, and admired the Pantheon. I headed across to the il de cite, and pushed through the crowds at Notre Dame which was smaller than I had pictured. I window shopped through Gallery Layfette and Printemps and admired the ugliness of Centre Pompideu.

The following morning I watched the sun rise from Sacre Coure and then spent the day wandering around the outside of Paris. I walked to Stalin Grad, to the Pierre Lachaise Cemetry, onto Place Nation, and Place Bastille, through to Place Republic, through the Jardin Tulleries, up to Place Concorde and finally to Place Clichy before heading back to Montmarte satisfied that I had explored Paris as best as possible.

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I then trained it up north to Porto, which was even better if possible. I spent the first day travelling between the different Port companies, drinking samples and taking tours (I'd never had port before and I quite like it - which i think makes me an old man on the inside). The riverfront is charming and the food good - if you order the right thing, and the shopping was great. But with only two days I didn't have a lot of time to explore the city. I had to leave it behind for another day as Paris lay just ahead of me.

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After that Spain was terrific. Barcelona is a wonderful city and the people seem to approach life in such a relaxed manner that impressed me. I loved the Sagrada Familia- my now favourite building in the world, and spent hours wandering around its cavernous inside and climbing up its impressive towers. I checked out the Gaudi designed Park Guelli, and La Pedrera and was smitten with his work. I wandered back down Las Ramblas back towards the hostel, determined to put the bad experiences behind me alot quicker in the future.

I explored the Picasso Musuem and the quirky City Museum. I climbed the Monument down by the water for a fabulous view back up Las Ramblas, and spent the afternoon wandering around Port Vell and its beautiful Marina. I took a Spanish cooking class and learnt how to cook Paella all the way slowing realising how the Spanish are so relaxed (the answer is lots of Sangria).

Thus it was that I could leave Barcelona happy and in love with everything southern Europe had to offer so far.

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I was staying right near the nightmare that is Roma Termini - told by others that it was close to the sights. Well its not, especially if your walking but it does help to work off all the pizza and gelati which were far superior to that up north. I headed off to the Colloseum and lined up for hours to get inside only to realise its much better from the outside! I then walked across to the Roman Forum which I found absolutely fascinating and were I spent hours wandering between the ruins. Then it was a walk up to the Trevi Fountain which has to be my most favourite spot in the entire planet. The beauty of the fountain, the atmosphere of the crowd, not to mention the best gelati I ever tasted meant that it would become a daily ritual to hike down to the fountain and sit and watch the crowd go on by.

But there was more to see and do. The Vittro Emmanuel War Memorial is stunning, and the Pantheon blew my mind away. The Spanish Steps didn't have the same feeling that is in all the movies and I was less than impressed. The National Museum has some great pieces but for a city like that, it felt like it should have been a lot more.

I took a short time out from Rome and headed down to Naples for a few days. The train ride was long and hot and thus the relief of getting to Naples was great until you realise just how bad Naples has got. Their is rubbish along every street, wild dogs running everywhere, and just generally a feeling of 'I shouldn't be here'. I only went down to go see Pompeii so at least that was out of the city. Pompeii is fascinating even if I did spend half the time looking over my shoulder incase the Volcanoe erupted while I was there! But that only filled in one day so it was back to Naples where I found something that almost made me change my mind. the Archeological Museum is outstanding are far greater than its roman counterparts. So feeling somewhat better about Naples I returned back to Rome.

I had timed it so I arrived in Rome for the last sunday of the month so that I could head off to the Vatican and save some money. I set off before 6am and headed off to St Peter's not realising I should have lined up for the Vatican first. While I was checking out the beauty of the Basillica, the line was apparently getting longer and longer for the Vatican, thus it was that I had to spend two hours in line to get inside the Vatican. It was lovely in side although the roof is to high up to see the details of Michaelangelos work. But it did make my day to see that the Pope had a tennis court which still to this day amuses me.

As they saying goes 'a lifetime is not enough' but I still had lots of Europe left to see and I was running out of time, so I left, throwing a coin over my shoulder into the Trevi to ensure my return in the future

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I arrived in Florence in the middle of the night so my first impressions may not have been the greatest, but as soon as the sun rose the next morning I was in love with the city. The streets were filled with character and history, and most of the people were helpful and friendly. And the city has so much to see and do, that another week there would have been great.

I headed first to the legendary Galleria Academia to get a glimpse of the man, the statue of David by Michaelangelo. I had not expected it to be that enormous - imagining it to be lifesize, not that size of Godzilla. It absolutely amazed me and it only compounded my love for Florence. I then headed to the other gallery the city had to offer, the Uffizi, that although not defined by an individual piece, extraordinary just the same, the Birth of Venus a highlight. And then it was off to the Duomo - an extraordinary building with a hell of a lot of stairs! But all 414 steps were worth it for the view alone - I have never seen such a beautiful city from above and the image is emblazened on my mind forever.

While this far north I could not miss the chance to take a day trip across to Venice, but after the beauty of Florence, I had expected so much more and left a little disappointed. The canals were dirty, the sky overcast, and the prices exorbitant. Yes it had the gondolas but a single tourist could never afford to take one, and the city is filled with pigeons which I dont find cute or amazing.

So it was then back to Florence to improve my image of Italy. I hightailed it to the Palazzo Vecchio to check out the ancient powerhouse of Italy and then walked across the Ponte Vecchio admiring all the shiny jewelry. But that was all I had time for. I left Florence for Rome, knowing in my heart that no city could ever match that feeling of being in a place that was close to perfection.

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The sites in Brussels are few and far between, but a few are worth mention. The Art Musuem is fantastic if a little crowded, and the view from that part of the city was worth the uphill climb. The Grand Place is just what you see on the postcards, but other than a few lace shops and pubs it doesn't have much to offer. And to our little pissing friend - 'Mannekin Pis' who was the size of a child's doll and almost covered by scaffolding - I wouldn't exactly be proud if that was a main highlight of my home town.

But Belgium does have great food even if all of it is designed to kill you and clog your arteries. Of course you have the eponymous chocolates that are worth every euro you pay for them. Then you have the famous waffles which can be great or terrible depending on where you get them (i'd say stick to the plain chocolate or sugar covered ones - bananas and nuts and the like are just superfluous. And then you have Frites, the best food known to mankind. I am geniunely a fries lover (they're my favourite food group and I could live on them alone) and those found in Belgium and its Dutch neighbour are by far the greatest I have ever tasted, especially with fritesaus on top! mmm delicious!

Other than that, Brussels had little to offer in terms of real sites, so the rest of my time was spent wandering around the city and the little lanes until it was time to fly off to the place I had been longing to visit ever since I can remember - I was off to Italy!

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The first day I headed off to Anne Franks House in a beautiful part of town that obviously had a dark past. It was extremely interesting although it was crowded at this time of year I would have hated to be there in the height of summer. A change of pace and thought patterns led me to another infamous building, the 'Sex Musuem' which was certainly graphic to say the least. A walking tour of the red light district was meant to be on that night but as a group of us waited no one came, so we tried to explore the area ourselves with not much success as it less interesting if you dont know the back story (pardon the pun).

The next day I did a walking tour during the day seeing the main sites and even Amsterdam's smallest house which is about as wide as two doors maybe even smaller. That night we tried again to do the tour - we finally found a guide but then had to go hide away from the station as apparently the police and other less pleasant people dont actually like the tours. But it was fascinating to walk the Red light district with someone who could explain it, even introducing us to some of the girls who were more than happy to chat.

The next day I decided to do a day trip down to Den Haag and Delft, one for a painting and one because in year 12 we spent 6 months studying Girl with a Pearl Earring, set in Delft and as such I had to see it. Den Haag had little to offer other than the gallery which housed the aforementioned painting, which was a lot smaller than I expected but worthwhile nonetheless. I then trained it to Delft and wondered around the town for a short while before it began to rain. And it rained and rained and rained, heavy continous rain that left me soaked through and hurrying back to the station to catch a train back to Amsterdam in wet silence.

The last day I just wondered around the city and relaxed, positive that I had caught pneumonia from the day before. So it was then onto a train to Brussels, a long way away for a city so close.

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There was so much to see and do that a week didn't seem enough and it in fact flew by. The first day there I lined up in a line at Schloss Charlottenburg only to find out that the line was to to get a ticket for a tour the earliest being three hours later! A bit annoyed I headed instead to the old wing of the palace which was wonderful in its own right with ornate rooms and beautiful gardens so the day was not wasted.

The next day is one I will remember forever. I went on a walkting tour to Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp with a fellow Aussie as the guide. It was an amazing experience, and standing there where histories worst crimes took place left me shaken to my core and at one point physically sick from all the emotion surrounding the place. I couldn't recommend highly enough the tour which was free apart from a train ticket and whatever tip you felt the guide deserved at the end of the day.

I joined another walking tour the next day, this time of the main sites of Berlin itself. It was fasinating to learn the stories behind things that you just cant find in guidebooks or on your own. We were taken to Brandenburger Tor, the Reichstag, the absolutley beautiful Jewish memorial, where I could have spent hours wandering between the columns, Adolf's bunker, a small section of the wall, Checkpoint Charlie, Museum Island and the site of the infamous book burning. For those with little time in Berlin, it is a perfect way to see the city, and for those with longer it is a great starting point for further exploration.

The next day was a Tuesday which was great because it was free day at the Musuems after 4pm, so after checking out the extreme methods of escape at Checkpoint Charlie, and being moved to tears at the Jewish Musuem and its black room, I headed off to the Pergamon Musuem and the Egyptian Musuem which truly hold some wonders.

The following day I lined up for two hours in the pouring rain in order to get to the top of the reichstag but as luck would have it the sky would clear so after all that I could barely see anything from the top anyway.

Later in the week I checked out the topography of terror which needs some serious funding to be able to operate properly, and then headed off to the East Side Gallery, the section of the wall covered in some serious political cartoons. Standing on either side of the wall was my little secret enjoyment.

But that was all I had time for in Berlin and a plane to Amsterdam beckoned me.

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When checking in I saw the sign I had been waiting for - 'Sound of Music' tours the very next day, so I didn't waste a second in reserving my spot on the kitschy tour bus. The tour was a four tour (not a three hour one as Gilligan and the gang had looked forward to!) and covered all the major sites made famous in the film. Our host for the day was a lovely American lady who seemed to love the film more than would seem naturally possible but her cheerfulness was infectious. We all prenteded to be Lisel in the Gazebo, or Maria and the Captain getting married in the church, but unfortunately we were not spared the sing-a-long on the way back and for the rest of the day I could not get 'My favourite things' out of my head.

Well I loved Salzburg - its charming old town, the over-the-top use of Mozart to sell anything and everything, and the castle on the hill where the real Maria lived. To save money I walked to the top, forgoing the funicular and its hour long line, and must admit it turned out to be the best idea as the views up to the top were breathtaking although I was a little puffed by the end of it. Thus it was with a real sadness that I left the baroque beauty of Salzburg on a train to Vienna for New Years.

Vienna didn't have the charm of Salzburg - maybe due to its size or some of the people but it didn't capture me as Salzburg had. However I did have a very enjoyable night at my very first opera in the world famous Vienna Opera House. It took four hours in line to get the cheap tickets they release before the performance (3 euro - a bargain in any language), and the production itself went for another two (It was the English story of Italian Romeo and Juliet in French, in a German speaking Viennese Opera House with English subtitles - very multicultural). So it was a late night before I managed to make it back to the hostel on the other side of town.

The next day was New Year's Eve, and the famous Viennese New Years Trail. I spent the day exploring the city before heading out to the trail after dark. The trail covers much of the city and contained eight different stages with all different performers, carnival tents, food tents and of course lots of champagne stalls. And thus as the clock struck midnight in my first New Years away from home, I celebrated my birthday alone in a crowd of Austrians and turned the ripe old age of Twenty.

The day that followed was not the greatest with nothing to do and nothing open except a small store at the train station. So it was with relief that the next day I boarded a flight to Berlin.

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Basel had a few highlights, including an outing across the German border in which we had to act unsuspiciously in the car so the German police would think we were locals! We trapsed around a german forest for a few hours before tiredness set in and we headed home act like normal people for a few days. It was the last that I would see famliy for another two months so it was with a bit of sadness that I headed off again - this time for Austria.

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I even caught a bus up to the small town of Trieslberg but even that only filled in two hours. I walked from one end of Vaduz to the other in about 20 minutes stopping at every shop along the way which was few. So I headed up to the Prince's Vineyard (its actually his!) and bought wine for the folks back home because how often can you have a wine from Licehtenstein!. I retired to my hotel at about 4pm and spent the rest of the day reading, and then had a meal in the hotels restaurant which was the strangest meal I ever head (it seemed to be fried spam or something similar). I had an early night and was glad to be leaving in the morning as I had truly exhausted what Vaduz had to offer.

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We arrived at the bottom of Mt Titlis and I was already smitten. I touched snow for the first time and although not as fluffy as cartoons make it out to be it was still snow and it made me smile. It took over an hour to get up the mountain - first a shaky little cable car, than a slightly bigger one, then one the size of a room up to the very top. It was absolutley stunning, half way up we cleared the dark foggy level that people at the base were looking at and made it up into clear blue sky - I had not expected this and was thus even more stunned. We had two hours at the top of the moutain including a trip over a glacier in an open ski lift (terrifying for me, and trust me I'm not one who scares easily!) But it seemed that as soon as we got there it was time to go again with another hour to get back down the mountian, then onto the bus back to Zurich.

I arrived back in Zurich after 6pm a just made the Train to Sargans, the last stop before Leichtenstein. Of course the train line runs through it but there are no stops (common sense is obviously not a strong point). I arrived at my hotel after 10pm (after getting of the Bus to Vaduz at the wrong stop thanks to a helpful driver! and then having to wait an hour for the next one!) and found that the proprietoress spoke no english, so I had to check in using school girl german. I was it turns out the only one staying there (perhaps the only one in Leichtenstein - the thought pleasing me greatly) and settled in for a good nights sleep finally in a bed that did not have one above or below it!

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I checked out the Musuem and it had some wonderful collections but I was beginnning to feel a bit of musuem fatigue, so I threw caution to the wind (and a lot a Kroner too!) and spent a wonderful day at Tivoli, one of the oldest gardens in Europe, with rides, restaurants and a pretty little lake to top it off. I spent hours rushing between the rides and exhausting myself in the process. I filled up on junkfood (waffles, hot chocolate and fairyfloss!) and yet still didn't feel sick ! More rides were needed! I highly recommend the ride that is like a tower of terror as you get the best views of Copenhagen from the top before you plummet back down to earth!

I cruised around the harbour heading out to Chrisitania but only getting to see it from the comfort of a boat full of load obnoxious tourists. I wandered around the picturesque Nyhavn and strolled along the longest pedestrian shopping street in the world which seemed to contain more tourist shops than anywhere else in the world.

But that was the end of my three short days and I had to catch a flight to Zurich (via a five hour stopover in Berlin - who on earth knows why?) and thus had to leave the rest of Denmark for another time

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I headed off to Soumelina Fortress, taking the ferry across some very choppy water, but the colourful little buildings there made it worth it, and a brilliant video in the musuem on the Island was fascinating. I explored the rest of Heslinki with the help of a bus-tour. I was probably the only one under 50 on the bus, but that just made me feel lucky to be experiencing the world at a young age. Sibellious Park was beautiful even with the strange metal tribute. But my only problem came when I went out to find a traditional Finnish sauna, every one I went to seemed to be filled with creepy older gentlemen who had the look that if I went in I might not come out or would come out as their new young bride! So I never did get to experience the traditional Suana.

The night life in Helsinki is better that its neighbours and after a few too many shots at a local hotspot, a friend and I had to hightail it across town at 3:30am in order to make the curfew of our hostel at 4, arriving with only 2 minutes to spare! I happened to book a room based on the fact that it was located at the old olympic stadium, rather than location as it was a little bit out the way, especially when under the influence of strong Finnish liqour!

But that was all that I had time for in Finland, I still had to get to Denmark before meeting family in Switzerland for Christmas

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I visited some great musuems including the facinating Historik Musuem, but it was a church along the way that encapsulated Sweden for me. It was a few hundred years old and beautiful but unlike other cities there was no line, and in fact I think I was the only tourist in the place. Up near the main alter sat a class full of small children, all beautifully Nordic with blonde hair and blues and singing hymns in Swedish - you could not have asked for a more perfect scene.

I also experienced Stockholm's nightlife or what little their seemed with a visit to the world famous Ice Bar. Dressed in lovely silver capes that reminded me of the inside of a cooler, a group of us entered into a room that was below freezing and drank vodka cocktails from glasses made from ice. It is an experience that everyone must try at leat once (unless you leave somewhere cold where you're probable used to it!)

Stockholm is also a wonderful city to shop in even if the prices are a little high, with the department stores a highlight, just wondering around browsing the sweedish homewares felt like an enjoyable experience. But the fun couldn't last as I was heading off to Finland wondering if Sweden's next door neighbour could match it.

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I visit the main sites such as Byogday, the Viking Musueam and the Folksmuseum but none had the charm that captivated me in London and across Ireland. The Folksmusuem did have a quaint Christmas market that day which at least made trek out of town feel not entirely wasted. But all i seemed to encounter in Oslo we uptight Norwegians who seemed to have neither the time of day or common courtesy towards me. A trip down Karl Johans Gate lifted my moods but the prices everywhere brought them back down again. It was with a sigh of relief that I headed off to Sweden, knowing that now I could cross Norway (or at least its soulless capital) off my list.

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The tour began in Dublin and we drove to Belfast on the first day. We stopped at Slaine Castle, Drogheda,and Monasterboice on the way to Belfast. We also did the iconic Black Cab Tour in Belfast which was so interesting. It was also the first night at an Irish pub with a little get to know your group evening - it was a good night but there were better to come.

Day two took us from Belfast to Derry. We drove along the North Irish coast stopping at the Giants Causeway along the way. We did a walking tour of derry and headed off the infamous Paeder O'Donnels in Derry for a night of Guiness, Cider and Irish Music.

Day three took us from Derry to Galway (the university town). We travelled through County Sligho and Donegal, visited Yates Country, Glencastle and finally arrived in Galway. We headed out to the legendary Kings Head Pub, scoured town for a bottle shop, then headed out to GPO - a local nightclub where it seemed everyone was about 12! We experienced our first Irish bar fights- blood and all and had one hell of a night

Day four took us from Galway to a small irish town of Anascaul. We drove through Dingle and the Sleagh Head Coast before arriving at our destination in Anascaul- the Randy Leprechaun, which certainly lived up to its name. We had the pub to ourselves - a town of 100 people has 8 pubs so go figure! They also offered us 3 shots for 10 euros which was to good to refuse and after about twenty's when the night gets a bit hazy. The night ended up for most in the bathroom and we woke up to find a drunk local who had climbed through our window and slept on our floor- a top night but a crap morning let me tell you

Day five took us from Anascaul to Killarney. We drove along coastal Ireland to Kerry and took a ferry in our bus to Killarney. Most of us were still a bit crook from the night before but it didnt stop us from heading out again this time to the Granary for a few quite drinks and some dancing.

Day six took us from Killarney back to Dublin via Blarney Castle, Tipperary and the Rock of Cashel. That was the end of the tour and we all headed off back to our respective hostels and decided to meet up later that night. We went out for dinner/drinks then crusied Temple Bar before calling it a night.

I spent the next day checking out Dublin and doing some shopping before heading to bed at a reasonable time for an early flight to Scotland tomorrow

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